Amos Lee, and the Ensuing Months of Travel

There isn't a word, or even phrase I could muscle together that verbalizes how I feel about Amos Lee. (For those of you who don't know Amos, firstly, shame on you. Still, he's a wonderful, soulful musician that I've adored for over five years.) Being an Amos survived groupie for this span, it's not short of astonishing when I listen to his earlier tracks, and watch it bring me to an exact point in my life. I can remember specific moments, conversations, shows, feelings, even outfits, which sometimes quite literally stops me in my fast-paced tracks. And the Amos-induced time travel varies. College mostly, but there's one album that hurls me into the early days of moving to the big desert city of Phoenix. It was only a few years post-University of Arkansas, but I was an entirely changed person, which is expected in your 20's, they say. The point? For somebody with a memory that can only be described as piss poor and often clinically concerning, to see music's ability to take me back to moments in my life like that - it's magnificent.

Bring on the sentimental flak, people.

And, Mr. Amos Lee has done it yet again. He released a new album, now his fourth, and being the fanatic that I am, I'm flying across the country to see him in one of the music capitals of our country - Nashville, Tennessee. I start to get fidgety when I even think about it.

Thankfully, I should have no shortage of entertainment over the next few months to keep me occupied. With March around the corner, I'm due for a visitor each weekend of the month (guest appearances by Mollie, Focker, April and Marcus (!!)), and then the contrary in April in which I'll be hopping around to a new stateside destination each weekend. Stay tuned for some sweet action.

And if you're curious about my boy - check out what's he's got to offer: http://amoslee.com/. You won't regret.